My wife's sister, Elaine, is probably the nuttiest broad I know. Talk about ditzy...she takes the cake and I have felt sorry for her husband John ever since they got married ten years earlier. They live at the other end of the state and we don't see them often but when we do visit we stay for a few days. It was their turn to visit us again so I had to look forward to being around that stupid cow for the next 48 to 72 hours. Ugh. I would come up with a million things that John and I could do that would take us out of the house for as many of those hours I could manage.
I am an electrical engineer with a million hobbies. Golf, and hunting and fishing being high on my fun things to do list and John likes many of the same so I arranged a match for him and I at one of the best courses in the area. Our playing partners were a guy my company had done some business with a few years earlier and his wife. Tom was a fun guy to be around and his wife, Carla, was drop dead beautiful. The match went pretty well with me having a tough time keeping my eyes off Carla's ass every time she bent down to put a tee in the ground or pick her ball out of the cup. I could just envision spooning to that ass some night while I gently inserted my dick between what I could only imagine were soft puffy pussy lips. Oops, back to the match. It went back and forth for seventeen holes with everything riding on the last one which John and I won. Great, we won the match ---they had to buy the drinks.
The conversation around our table in the Grille covered the full range...politics, sports and current events and lots of double entendre jokes. After two or three drinks we were getting a little loud and the risqué nature of our humor was getting far more direct. Three of us were having a great time but John looked miserable.
Carla finally asked him what was bothering him and he mumbled something none of us could understand. There was a 3-piece combo playing some soft background music in an adjacent room and Carla, being the good sport she is, asked John to dance. Tom and I each egged him on with Tom saying something like, "John go ahead, she doesn't bite...at least she's never drawn blood!" With that he put both of his hands down to his crotch and rolled his eyes while letting out a little stage moan. Even Carla roared.
They returned to the table at the end of the next number and it appeared that John had loosened up a bit. At least he was smiling. Tom finally stood saying,
"Hey Guys, we have had a great time but will have to leave you now. We have a dinner date and need to get home to change for it."
We all stood to bid our good byes and shake hands with Tom. I leaned over to give Carla the obligatory cheek to cheek goodbye air kiss and her response was an air- kiss directed directly in my ear and she softly and seductively whispered,
"Call me."
God, would I ever.
Before leaving the grounds of the course I dropped over to the pro shop and scanned the list of scheduled Tee times for the next few days. Tom was scheduled for a mini tournament match four days out which would mean he was going to be on the course for not only the match but there was always a get together roasting of the losers afterwards. He would be at the course for at least six hours. This was perfect. John and Elaine would be gone by then and I would make sure I had some free time for Carla.
We called home to tell my wife that we weren't going to be home for dinner but would be going to watch a community college soccer game early that evening and would grab a bite at the clubhouse. One of our neighbor's kids was playing and I had promised him I would come and watch one of his games.
It was only a short ride over to the field and by the time we go there the teams were out warming up and the cheerleaders were getting ready to strut their stuff. The both looked good but I could quickly see it wasn't the game I was going to be watching but the cheerleaders.
I had forgotten how lovely and sexy cheerleaders could be. These were in their early twenties and each of them had nice firm and perky tits. What's the old saying?..."Any thing more than a mouthful is wasted." I was feeling like a real pervert but couldn't take my eyes off one in particular. She had long blond hair, lovely tits, a great smile and a tiny waist. "John, take a look at her," pointing her out. She was simply good - looking gorgeous with a body to match.
He didn't seem as excited with her as I was. Damn, I could feel my cock getting hard and wasn't sure what to do about it. We had driven there in John's SUV and had parked at the far end of the bleachers. I looked over at him and noticed he wasn't watching the cheerleaders but was instead looking at the growing bulge in my crotch. Damn, was he bisexual?
We sat there for another soccer period and by then I had a raging hard-on. The gals really had me going and John's eyes were now absolutely glued to my crotch. Maybe I ought to test him or at least give him a thrill. I slipped my hand down to my zipper, opened it and let my dick out for some air. It was so hard it sprang straight out in front of me. I kept one hand on it and just stroked it ever so lightly.
"John, take a look at this. I am hard as a board. Look what that gal did to me."
He quietly looked over and mumbled something to the effect of, " Phil, she sure got you aroused. Are you going to jack off right here? No one can see you through the dark tinted glass on the windows if you want to."
"Yeah, you're right" I replied as I started to stroke myself more seriously.
He was staring at the rise and fall of my hand as I caressed myself.
"Phil, bring your hand over here. You can actually feel my heartbeat right though the pulsing of my cock." I offered.
That was all it took. He slid his hand over and I took it and directed it to where my throbbing was most obvious. He held it there for a few minutes when I took it and started to move it up and down the same way I did with my own as I was jacking off.
Once again his eyes were just staring at the head of my cock when I thought I would help him make a decision it looked as if he was having some difficulty with. I reached over and put one hand behind his head and gently pulled his face down to my dick. When it was just a few inches away he resisted a little and turned his face up to look at me and said.
"Phil, I never did anything like this before but I have known for some time that if I was ever going to do it I wanted it to be with you."
"Great John, make us both feel good."
He turned his face back to my cock and opened his mouth. I gently pushed a little more and he soon had his warm lips engulfing my shaft with most of it buried in his throat. I only have a little more than seven inches and felt with a little practice he was going to be able to take all of it.
It wasn't long before he was rising and falling on my shaft while reaching back into my shorts to play with my balls. His tongue was doing some magical things on my shaft that I had never felt with any other blowjob I ever had, but then again this was the first one I ever had from a guy. He was doing things with his tongue that he knew pleased him when he got one and must have figured it would also make me feel good. He was so right.
Damn, this was feeling terrific and I knew I wouldn't be able to last much longer. I had one hand resting on the back of his head and giving it a light downward pressure every time he lowered his face on my cock. I had guessed right; he was now able to take my entire shaft in his mouth. The bulbous head of my cock was banging against the back of his throat.
"John, I am going to shoot my load very soon. Are you going to be able to take it in your mouth?" I asked over his bobbing head.
My question was answered by a nodding of his head as I shot stream after stream into his throat. I had pushed myself in as far as he could take it just before I came so most of my juices were shooting straight down his throat.
He raised his head slightly and licked off every drop of cum that was dripping down my now limp shaft while his hand was massaging the purple head of my cock. I reached around to my back pocket and got a handkerchief to wipe up the rest of the moisture on my crotch.
He then raised his head all the way up and turned to look out the window opposite me. "You are going to think the worst of me and I can't blame you."
